by Miss Merikan
Anna was frozen in place as she stared at him wide eyed. “N—no, that’s not possible ... what are you doing here anyway?” she tried, shifting to the end of the bench.
“I’m the caretaker around here. I could turn this video over to the police if you don’t oblige. Aren’t you ashamed of what you’ve done?” he hissed and came closer, putting his cell back into his pocket. Gavin was usually chilled out, sometimes sexy, sometimes funny, but this was a completely new side of him. He was just so charismatic, a presence so strong it was hard to look away.
“I ... I don’t know why I did it. I swear it’s never gonna happen again,” she uttered, sitting with her knees together like a good schoolgirl. Her thighs were already trembling from a mixture of fear and excitement. “I can remove the graffiti, just please, don’t call the police. My parents are gonna kill me,” she mewled.
“Open up your jacket. Give me back that candle. I know you’ve got it.” He grabbed her arm, as if she were a naughty girl to be scolded, and pulled her up. Even standing, she felt small by someone as tall as Gavin.
She stiffened, staring at him, and the candle dropped through the bottom of her jacket, hitting the floor. Her stomach clenched as if she really were in danger, but with it came the simmering arousal she craved so much, because deep down, she knew Gavin wasn’t a threat.
“There we go.” Gavin shook his head with a frown. “What else did you steal, huh? I’m gonna have to search you.” He pulled the zipper of her jacket open without asking.
Anna’s face heated up, and she tried to push him away. “No, don’t! What are you doing?”
“I am searching you. Do you have no shame? Can you even imagine how disappointed your parents will be if they find out? Pull up your shirt.”
Anna shook her head and closed her jacket, cowering against the railing. “No, this is indecent. Where could I possibly hide anything?”
“‘Indecent?’ A thief will tell me what’s ‘decent?’” Gavin snarled at her, and it was so surprising, she slipped over the wet wood, almost falling to the floor.
“But I ... I’m so sorry, sir,” she whispered and slowly opened her jacket as soon as she was back on her feet. “I’m not hiding anything. I didn’t know anyone would catch me.”
“Of course, you didn’t. You wouldn’t have done it otherwise, would you? I don’t believe a word that comes out of your lying mouth. Pull up your shirt.” Gavin narrowed his eyes, and he was only a step away, so close she could smell his cologne.
She looked to her feet and squeezed her thighs tight to quench the heat burning there. The situation felt so real she couldn’t wait anymore and slowly tugged on the hem of her hoodie, revealing the tight undershirt she wore underneath.
Gavin pulled the garment up with no further ado, exposing her to the chilly air. His fingers slid under the wire of her bra, groping her breast under the pretense of searching for something. “So young, and already such a delinquent,” he said with reproach.
The touch made Anna stumble backward, but the railing stopped her from falling over. His hand was so cold and unforgiving. “Please, stop. There’s nothing in there,” she begged, shaking already.
“I can’t trust you.” Gavin’s hand delved into the other cup, and he pinched her nipple. The touch pretended to be uncaring and objectifying. She was made to stand there and endure the shame of it, as her cheeks got hot and her pussy wet.
“No, please, just let me go!” She made a half-assed attempt to push him away and tried to adjust the cup that slipped off, revealing her breast. “Please, you can’t do this to me.”
“No?” Gavin pulled his hand away and pointed to the way out of the gazebo. “Go then. And I’ll just hand over the video to the police.” The tone of his voice was so uncompromising Anna hardly recognized the caring guy who stood behind that facade.
She bit her lip, feeling her eyes water. She loved that place between pleasure and stress, and Gavin was taking her there. Slowly, she pushed off her jacket and let it fall to the floor. Her hands grabbed the hem of the undershirt, and she pulled everything up, squeezing her eyes shut. It was hard to breathe at this point, especially with the freezing air against her heated skin.
Gavin pulled up her bra, and his hand was all over her breasts, squeezing them with no shame, pulling on her nipples harder than he usually would. Her breath hitched at the obscenity of it, but when Gavin’s hand was gone, she wasn’t sure what would happen next. The excitement of not knowing was overwhelming. It wasn’t real embarrassment or fear she was feeling, but the uncertainty was there. She trusted Gavin yet didn’t know what to anticipate.
Her skirt got roughly pulled up, and Gavin’s hand made her part her thighs.
“Oh, God. This is so indecent,” she moaned, hiding her heated face in her hands as his long fingers explored her thighs, squeezing her as if she were a piece of meat.
“This is what you get when you’re a little thief. No one would trust that you have nothing hidden on you.” Gavin’s voice was so matter-of-fact and condescending that Anna shivered, immersed in the fantasy. Here she was, powerless against a man she didn’t even know, who could contact the police on a whim, and she knew that what he was doing was wrong, yet had to take it if she wanted to leave.
His thumb pushed on her pussy lips through her thick winter tights and parted the labia, moving back and forth, teasing her clit every time.
Anna bit back a moan and hugged one of the pillars of the gazebo, spreading her legs further as she breathed in the scent of cold and wood while her abdomen was put on fire by Gavin’s teasing strokes. “I’m so sorry ... please, let me go.”
“Not until I check everything,” he said in a deeper voice and pulled her tights down, revealing her underwear to the world. She knew crotchless panties might be a fun idea for Valentine’s Day, but now she was sure of it. “You little slut.” Gavin reached out and pinched her swollen labia together. “Your cunt is here for anyone to see. Who wears dirty things like this?”
Anna shrieked and tried to cover herself again. “I—It’s for my boyfriend ... I’m not naked in public.”
“Does he even know what a bad kind of girl you are?” Gavin hissed, slipping his fingers between her pussy lips and moving them back and forth as if he was actually checking if she had something there. She raised one leg, but it only shifted her clit in a way that made the strokes feel even better. The way Gavin’s breathing picked up and became raspier took her excitement to a wholly new level.
“Ah ... not yet ... I’ve never ... worn them before,” she uttered, shuddering with each of Gavin’s movements. She could clearly feel his presence in front of her. Gavin was so tall, and yet he seemed to touch her from a low angle. She dared to open her eyes and glanced from between her fingers, only to see him kneeling in front of her. Her pussy was only inches away from his face, but most of all, her eyes went wide when she realized Gavin was illuminating her crotch with a cell phone put on the ground and casting a bright white light between her legs.
“Oh, no, it’s obscene!” Tears spilled out of her eyes even as arousal gripped her whole body, refusing to let go. It almost felt as if she were already getting fucked.
“No, it’s not. Your panties are obscene.” Gavin got up and circled her to kneel behind her. He parted her ass cheeks unceremoniously and stayed like that without saying a thing.
She gasped and bit on her hand, breathing as if she had just run a marathon. Her mind turned into a tangle of noise as she listened to each firm heartbeat. Would Gavin touch her asshole too? They hadn’t tried it yet nor talked about it.
But that didn’t happen. His fingers slid into her slippery pussy from behind. “Bend over against the railing,” Gavin said.
Anna did as she was told, sobbing as she squeezed the wood hard. His nimble fingers were so skilled at making her drenched with lust. At this point, she just wanted him to take her, but it wasn’t her place to decide about that. She didn’t even really want to tell him what to do now. It was her fantasy,
but his call.
The cool February air made goose bumps break out all over her buttocks and thighs. “Does your boyfriend fuck you often, you tramp?” Gavin whispered, his hot breath on her skin.
Anna rasped, “It has nothing to do with this. Haven’t you checked me already? I don’t have anything. Please, let me go home ...”
“Not gonna happen until I get what I want from that slutty pussy,” Gavin said in a low voice and pulled his fingers out. A split second later she heard the crinkling of a wrapper.
It took a moment for Anna to remember Gavin only had one arm, and she stilled. “W—wait, are you opening it with your teeth?” she uttered, squirming at the thought of destroying the mood, but it had to be done.
“None of your business,” Gavin groaned, and she could feel his rock hard cockhead pushing apart her pussy lips from behind.
She gasped and pulled her hips away. Shit, she was too into the scene to use the safe word before. “Hentai ...” she uttered, bumping her forehead against the wood.
Gavin pulled away, going silent for a moment. “Too far? You don’t want to have sex?” he asked, breathing hard.
“N—no, the condom ...” She pushed her breasts against the wood, drenched in sweat. “How did you open it?”
“I found this one-handed-opening rubber on the Internet,” Gavin muttered.
Anna gasped in relief. She didn’t know this was a thing. So far, it was always her putting condoms on Gavin. “Oh ... okay, sorry.” Slowly, she rocked her hips back, enticing him back.
He took a deep breath and put his hand on her nape without a word, but his dick was right back where it belonged. Stiff, hot, and nudging her wet opening.
Anna was right back in her fantasy, arching against his grip. She loved how strong and decisive it felt as she wiggled her hips, begging for him not to go through with this and let her go. But in reality, it was the throbbing deep inside her that was hard to stand. She needed him so bad. Gavin really took control today like he never had before. He’d always been decisive and keen, but this? This was new and exciting.
Gavin groaned behind her when his dick slipped right into her needy pussy, while his hand on her nape reminded Anna who was in control. By now, they knew each other well enough for Gavin to push her buttons right. He knew what he could do to be rough without hurting her.
It went right in, so deep she mewled and wiggled her hips, loving how the cockhead dragged over her walls pushing them apart by force. Her muscles spasmed.
“No, you can’t do this to me.”
“Go on, tense your cunt. I know it’s all a slut like you wants to do,” Gavin muttered, pushing his cock in and out like a piston, so hard his hips slapped loudly against her ass.
She bit her lip, trying not to be too loud in the quiet cemetery, but the moans and whimpers still came through with each of his thrusts. Her buttocks were on fire, and each time Gavin slammed home, it was like getting slapped on the ass. She was such a bad girl. Gavin would teach her a lesson.
Gavin fucked her in earnest, changing pace every now and then. “Oh fuck, what a tight pussy,” he moaned, thrusting in hard, connecting their bodies in more than just flesh. It was like something clicked between them. Gavin came, pushing his dick in for a few more deep slams.
Anna stuttered out a moan into the cold air, shuddering with excitement when his cock pulsed in her, unloading come inside. Too far gone to care about the role she was playing, she kept moving her hips on his dick, on the verge of coming herself. Her brain was off. Gavin’s hand slipping down to her pussy and teasing the hood of her clit was like the pinnacle of all the lust building up in her. All it took were his fingers rubbing her fast, as if they were battery powered. She howled into her arm, riding her orgasm with violent shivers shaking all of her body.
“Oh ... oh God,” whispered Anna, squeezing her thighs around Gavin’s fingers to stop them from moving when her clit became too sensitive. This was some Valentine’s surprise.
“Hentai, Anna, I’m all pumped out.” Gavin let out a low laugh and kissed the back of her head. It made her smile, and despite the fatigue that overcame her body, she moved her body up and turned her head for a kiss.
“Me too.”
“Were you crying?” He asked after a moment and wrapped his arm around her stomach to hug her close.
Anna bit her lip, embarrassed, but nodded and leaned against him with a low sigh. “I was just really in the zone. You can be so frightening when you want to.”
Gavin let out a low, nasal laugh of a super villain. “Good. I’ll remember that,” he said and tickled her stomach.
Anna bent over with a shriek and tried to stop him. “No, I’m serious! Don’t do this, you evil man!”
“Don’t be frightening, or don’t tickle?” Gavin snorted, never stopping his teasing touch.
“Don’t tickle, you bastard!” Anna eventually managed to wiggle out of his grasp and gave his chest a playful nudge. She felt light as a feather, even with her tights at her ankles.
Gavin couldn’t stop laughing, even as he pulled off his condom and threw it into the trash can on the side. “Okay, okay, gentle flower.”
Anna pulled up her tights, not caring about any modesty at this point, and stuck out her tongue. “At least I know you liked my knickers. That’s where you tickled me most.”
“Oh, fuck, those knickers ... you wanted to kill me?” Gavin shook his head and zipped up his jeans, looking so casual and sated it felt as if they’d known each other for years. Anna walked over and gave him a big hug, hiding her face in his long scarf. She’d never dated a guy quite like Gavin before. There were the goofs, always cool about whatever was happening, but Gavin could also be serious, and he was trustworthy. She only knew him for a month so far, but he never tried to overstep her boundaries in sex, never made her feel bad about her sexual choices, and he was simply fun to hang around with.
“It’s Valentine’s Day. I wanted to treat you.”
“Oh, you definitely did. I got my favorite treat.” Gavin’s chest trembled when he laughed, hugging her back.
Anna closed her eyes, absorbing his warmth. She’d need her jacket soon, but for now, Gavin’s warmth was enough to keep her comfortable. They were still burning hot after the sex, and she didn’t want to waste the scent of his fresh sweat. “Your surprise was even better.”
“I was kinda nervous,” he said, but his hand drifted to Anna’s breast as if it was Gavin’s second nature.
Anna looked up at him with a small smile. “Why?”
Gavin gazed away, and it was hard to read his face in the darkness. “You know ... I was worried one hand wouldn’t be enough to control stuff. That you’d be disappointed,” he said quietly.
For a moment, Anna didn’t know what to say. All the warmth was gone, replaced by an unpleasant numbness. “It didn’t even cross my mind. You’re a capable guy, Gavin.”
Gavin kissed the side of her head. “I had the idea for a while, and I kept pushing it away. I like seeing you all writhing and moaning. I wish I could carry you, or do all sorts of stuff you fantasize about.”
It was such a sweet confession. Anna brushed her fingers over his cheek and got to her toes, trying to reach him for a kiss, but Gavin was as tall as a tree when compared to her. “You’re great as you are.”
He leaned down so their lips could meet. Despite their arrangement seemingly being only a bit of fun and sex, butterflies fluttered their wings in her stomach. It took a different kind of closeness for Gavin to confess his insecurity. All of a sudden, it made him not just a piece of goth hotness, a handsome prince of darkness, but a person made of flesh and blood.
She smiled into the kiss and held onto the belt loops of his pants. It was a magical evening, with the stillness all around and no one to disturb them.
“You’ll get cold,” Gavin pulled her bra down and gave her one more kiss. “As much as I love your nipples stiff, I don’t want them to freeze.”
“No, we don’t want that.” Anna nodd
ed and picked up her jacket, quickly zipping it up.
“Did you like everything?” Gavin sat down on the bench and lit himself a cigarette. Anna could imagine that he had to struggle without the arm, yet he always seemed so cool and confident, it was eye opening to see him so worried about being a disappointment.
She sat down next to him and let her head roll over to his shoulder. “It was awesome. I got to admit I was really apprehensive about telling you, and then talking to you about it, but you’re cool.”
“Yeah? How come? Doesn’t every guy want a girl to be wild in bed?” Gavin breathed out a cloud of smoke.
Anna pouted. “I’ve heard that, and most guys do seem to like it, but then they tell me they’re overwhelmed, or that I’m a nympho, or that I’m too forward, or that my fantasies are weird. They sort of come and go, you know?” She looked at her shoes, unsure whether she should be telling him about this. No one wanted the person they liked to know they were somehow ‘undesirable,’ but the relationship they decided on made her more confident to speak freely. “That’s fine as long as they don’t talk shit behind your back. I’m not saying all guys are like that, but I seem to be a wanker magnet.”
Gavin snorted. “I lost a lot of friends after the accident. I suppose it just means they weren’t true friends. And it’s not like I’m gonna talk to your ex-girlfriend about our sex life.”
“That’s not the point.” Anna looked up at him, letting out a long breath. “It’s just that you’re so open minded that it’s easy to trust you.”
Gavin wiggled his eyebrows and kissed Anna’s cheek. “Watch out. I might be a high-functioning sociopath.”
She chuckled and leaned into him with her heart at ease. “That would only be fitting, your highness.”
Chapter 8
Gavin was in a madhouse. In a separate room of a Victorian-styled café in central London, people were talking with objects, and grown women—and men for that matter—were playing out scenes between their dolls. Long lost lovers met, friends had tea by a miniature table with a tiny tiered stand of actual doll-sized sandwiches. It was a paradise of resin.
